The Fatal Marriage -or- The Innocent Adultery

The danger is over, the Battle is past,
The Nymph had her fears, but she ventur'd at last,
She try'd the encounter, and when it was done,
She smil'd at her folly, and own'd she had won.
By her Eyes we discover the Bride has been pleas'd;
Her  blushes become her, her passion is eas'd;
She dissembles her joy, and affects to look down;
If she Sighs, 'tis for sorrow 'tis ended so soon.

Appear all you Virgins, both Aged and Young,
All you, who have carri'd that burden too long,
Who have lost precious time, and you who are loosing,
Betray'd by your fears between doubting, and chusing:
Draw nearer, and learn what will settle your mind:
You'l find your selves happy, when once you are kind.
Do but wisely resolve the sweet venture to run,
You'l feel the loss little, and much to be won.

         I Sigh'd and own'd my Love:
 Nor did the Fair my Passion disapprove:
         A soft engaging Air
     Not often apt to cause Despair,
 Declar'd she gave attention to my Pray'r.
     She seem'd to pity my Distress,
     And I expecting nothing less,
 Than what her every look does now confess.

         But, oh, her change destroys
 The Charming prospect of my promis'd Joys:
         She's Rob'd of every Grace
     That argu'd pity in her Face,
 And cold, forbidding frowns, supply their place.
         But while she strives to chill desire,
         Her brighter Eyes such warmth inspire,
 She checks the flame, but cannot quench the fire.